Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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xSam POVx

"Hey!" I shouted, louder than necessary. When Lucifer finally turned around, my heart hammered, every nerve strung taut with fear. I felt the weight of every choice I'd made that had led me here. "You wanted to see me?" My voice came out stronger than I expected, playing tough even though my insides were twisting.

Lucifer rubbed his hands together, eyes gliding lazily over Jo and Ellen like they were barely worth noticing, though his gaze lingered on Jo a second longer, a flicker of something like disappointment crossing his face. "Yes, I wanted to see Angie and you. Not them, sorry." With a quick swipe of his hand, Jo and Ellen crumpled to the ground, unconscious, without Lucifer even having to touch them.

I swallowed, instinctively clutching at my arm where the Colt was strapped. Lucifer noticed, smirking as he stepped closer. "Well, Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you. Not really." He smiled, the kind of smile that only made my stomach turn. Sure, he'd never hurt *me*, not physically. He needed my body as his next vessel, as his "suit."

But I was here, right on cue, the distraction we'd planned. As Lucifer spoke, I could see Dean creeping up behind him, Colt aimed squarely at the devil's head. This was our shot.

"Yeah? Well, I'd hurt you," I sneered, gripping the Colt. "So suck it." In one swift motion, Dean fired. The gunshot echoed, and for a heartbeat, time seemed to freeze. Lucifer stumbled, the bullet hitting him dead-on. He crumpled to the ground, motionless, and I barely dared to breathe. After months of tracking, planning, and hoping, here we were.

But before I could feel any kind of relief, a gasp escaped Lucifer as his wound slowly knitted itself back together, his expression twisted with annoyance.

"Ow!" He groaned, pushing himself up with unnatural ease. "Where did you get that?" He spat, turning to Dean, then slapped him with a single swipe of his hand, sending Dean flying back against a tree. The Colt might as well have been a squirt gun. "Now, where were we? Oh, don't feel too bad, Sam. There's only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill—and I just happen to be one of them. But, if you'll excuse me, I'm almost done."

I watched him turn back to his dark ritual like I was a mere bystander. I darted over to Dean, feeling for a pulse. It was faint, but there. Relief washed through me.

Lucifer barely glanced back, his expression smug. "So, what do you say, Sam? You could just say yes, right now. End this whole exhausting fight."

"It's never gonna happen." I spat out each word, anger filling the space where fear had been.

"Oh, I don't know, Sam." He seemed entirely unbothered, like he had all the time in the world. "I think it will. I think it'll happen soon. Six months, maybe."

"You listen to me, you son of a—" I clenched my fists, nearly trembling. "I'm going to kill you myself, you understand me? I'm going to rip your heart out."

"That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. I'll need it." Lucifer grinned, eyes glinting with a twisted sort of pride, as if he was proud of what he was provoking in me.

I looked around again, taking in the lifeless faces surrounding us, hollow-eyed and blank. "What did you do?" I demanded. "What did you do to these people?"

"Oh, Sam." Lucifer's voice took on a tone of mock compassion. "I was very generous with this town. One demon for every able-bodied man." He shrugged, as if assigning demons to people was as casual as handing out candies. "I know, it's awful, but these Horsemen are so demanding. It's necessary. I have to do this, Sam. You, of all people, should understand."